Author, poet, songwriter, psychologist, messenger

Only in stars hearts don’t change, magnetic you were, but not the one! Our moments in our memories will remain, and the best love stories never last! Spring is precious because it’s just a season, and we were once, and once, you were my reason.

I realize now that I must stop in the midst of my deserts, this road is infinite; I’m not equipped to run forever. I swallow my breath, and with a silent gasp, I dare to turn. As I look behind me, to my maddest surprise, I find no one there!

---and that my girl is a master’s guise. You carried your pain as an earth its mountains, and waited in faith for your voice to rise! It’s not your “Karma” that caused your sorrow, but the hate and judgment in their eyes! We’ll heal

Dear Lord, I do pray, to live in your divine grace with my open soul to the arms of life! To freely receive your joyous blessings that hail upon me with heavenly pace. To find and give the best of me, and every mist becomes your face. Knowing that ..

From my Book Walking with the Vain Cattle/ Remorse we felt, and our souls were wrenched, and forgiveness we asked on a holy bench, scenting an angel in a candle breeze, hoping the sinner becomes a saint.

Oh romantics, how we suffer! We need the perfect, and the forever. God loves you so took you young, where the first best song was sung;. Then gifted you the ultimate key, but can you still laugh and see?! Dedication poem to loving memory of Samer.

From my book Walking with the Vain Cattle/ Free preview. Here "He" could also be "She". He starts by observing you well; to study you better, know your Achilles’ heel. He pretends to care about your secret desires, not out of liking, but to ....

Qualifications please!!!!... In the gates of crossroads I stand, not knowing where to go. I’m just certain that I have to leave my present place and ways. But He is holding me the wrong way, He is holding me back.

Then let them all kill each other, when in fury, they won’t know a foe from a brother. CALL THEM CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION. Who cares?! It’s just a name for the game....

Volume one: “Cultivating my nature” A self-development book. An original spiritual drama, soon to become a THEATRICAL musical Titled:”Leeloo is hiding behind me!”